Sadness lies abed of a morning with a question mark, and anger turns the viewpoint red, tips over tables, but fear sits in the corners…

I have believed in you ever since I was a little girl, and I am so happy to say with confidence that I am on your Nice list again this year.

There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.

After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.

You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.